Luyện nghe bài hát People's Court

Yeah! Ah huh!

Yo yo! I gives a if you traumed up
Don up, niggas from where
Want what one slip and get ya cherry up
I got every arm and my homicide

And come to ya gut B!
Guess ya done luck
Fucked wit the one
Gun harm one

Two y'all won do
niggas know I blast quick
As if had to ask, shit
Get ya ass twist, it's the El Nino

Get ya splitted
And I like pussy well enough
To wit it, you ain't wit it
Same shit, it can't wit the lame witch

as the slang spitted
If you came, you get it
Plain as the
Wit the pens on cosine

And the whole
Leave you where I yo ass
Lost wit no sign, so wrong
I'm the last nigga to on

Got the on
Wit the on
When you guess
I'm a press on,

the judge, fuck the jury
When ya wit me, it's people's court
We court in the street
I a fuck about the D.A. when ya see Jay

crawl for yo heat, it's people's court
We hold court in the street, ya me
Fuck the judge, fuck the
When ya warring wit me, it's people's

We hold court in the
I gives a shit ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's court
We hold in the street

I gives a shit if it's claims
stealing ya bitch
Or if Supreme Court
Like ya bricks

Look, my guns is all
pain, end it ran to
Whether you big money or small
When I cock it ball

My pistols never trials
Here's the dater rain wit no chance of
Bullets coming
I'm like why nigga, try

You remember
It's like being on trial for your
Wit a defender
Let the jury fill the up

And start the calendar off
Wit jocket nine-millimeter
All rise, the Jay-Z presides
Instead of a mallet, I hold a

All overruled
Stay in ya arguments
you understand it
Two guns, over left

That's how I cross
Like Tom
wit the Top Gun, you lose
Jigga no lie and y'all handle the truth

Fuck the judge, fuck the
When ya warring wit me, people's court
We hold in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A. ya see Jay

Betta for yo heat, it's people's court
We hold court in the street, ya me
Fuck the judge, the jury
ya warring wit me, it's people's court

We hold in the street
I gives a shit ya play disc, nigga dangerous
ya language wit me, it's people's court
We hold in the street

No flow
No cell hold Jigga
I drop these
Tripled out, no coke kitchen

No in a rhyme fest
I'm best under
Raise my hand
And I spit it

Know ya for real
'Fo ya to act ill
you blow trial
Ain't no coming on appeal

murderone
Bail set at, a
murderone
For you raples

Red done, commit hate
Fake rhymes, I in contempt
You get time
For faking like you greater him

So foulplay, ya charges
Pay ya fine at the sergant
Say sorry, and take ya
I be to bend it

splendid
No defendant
you niggas hold trial
Wit no in it

Three-time felon, album
Locking it for the term
Of Lifetime, 2 nigga
is adjourned